Quotes About Creativity

In the meantime, I hope you will not consign her to a windowless environment populated entirely by unsocialized clones who long ago abandoned the reading and discussion of literature in favor of creating ever more restrictive and meaningless ways in which humans are intended to make themselves known to one another.

Philippe Starck.

But in a song or a tale, anything is possible

The world needs its bards and its philosophers. It also needs its warriors, its heroes, its bold voyagers.

Disparate! - repliquei, e estava tão zangada com ele que o agarrei pelos ombros e lhe dei um bom abanão. - O final da história é teu, de mais ninguém. Podes fazê-lo como quiseres. Há tantos caminhos para o teu herói como ramos numa árvore.

Inventions have long-since reached their limit--and I see no hope for further developments. -- Julius Frontinus, world-famous engineer (Rome, 10 AD)

To write and not tell the truth? That would be death for any writer. But more, it would be death to the imagination. And if the imagination dies, what would happen to the souls of children?

When boys played "guerrilla warfare," which was their version of cowboys and Indians, the enemy side would have thorns glued onto their noses and say "hello" all the time.

In order to write the book you want to write, in the end you have to become the person you need to become to write that book.

Basically, there is nothing new in the behavior of monsters, for the monster himself is nothing more than an invention of his victims.

If one clung too closely to reality, the result might well be far from realistic.

Perhaps the act of writing is necessary only when nothing happens.

Se spune c? rima nu-?i atinge cre?terea complet?, decat dac? este stimulat?.

The act of writing is not simply replacing facts with arrangements of letters; it is a kind of venturesome trip. I am not like a postman on a preordained route. There is danger, and discover, and satisfaction.

In actual fact I did not perform a single real act but simply went round in circles writing these notes.

Manche von uns haben Lieblingsbücher, die sie nie gelesen haben. Manche sogar welche, die nie geschrieben wurden. Dieses hier ist eines von meinen, und deshalb schreibe ich es auf.

Eines Tages«, sagte sie, »fange ich Träume ein wie Schmetterlinge.« »Und dann?«, fragte er. »Lege ich sie zwischen die Seiten dicker Bücher und presse sie zu Worten.« »Was, wenn jemand immer nur von dir träumt?« »Dann sind wir beide vielleicht schon Worte in einem Buch. Zwei Namen zwischen all den anderen.«

One day, she said, I'll catch dreams like butterflies. And then what? he asked. Then I'll put them between the pages of big, fat books and press them until they're words. Suppose there's someone who never dreams of anything but you? Maybe then we're both words in a book. Two names among all the others.

Art is purposiveness without purpose.

by a new burlesque trick: fish swivels affixed to her pasties. The mechanism allowed Finnell to pinwheel her tassels in any direction, from any position, at any speed

If professional religious leaders cannot instruct us in mythological lore, our artists and creative writers can perhaps step into this priestly role and bring fresh insight to our lost and damaged role.

On 26 April 1937, at the height of the Spanish Civil War, Nazi planes, under the orders of General Franco, attacked the Basque capital of Guernica on its market-day, killing 1654 of its 7000 inhabitants. A few months later, Pablo Picasso exhibited Guernica at the International Exhibition in Paris. This modern, secular crucifixion shocked his contemporaries, and yet, like The Waste Land, it was a prophetic statement, and also a rallying cry against the inhumanity of our brave new world.

In very early religion, therefore, creativity was seen as divine: we still use religious language to speak of creative "inspiration" which shapes reality anew and brings fresh meaning to the world.

I was young, and by instinct of self-preservation I had to collect my energy on something, if I were not to be whirled away with the dusk on the farm-roads, or the smoke on the plain. I begun in the evenings to write stories, fairy-tales, and romances, that would take my mind a long way off, to other countries and times.